The Sun and the Moon
by Word.Butterfly.Weasley
Summary: Luna Lovegood has always-very easily-blended into the background. Until she met and befriended Ginny Weasley-and her older brother Ron. A mix between romance and comedy, Luna and Ron have to deal with their feelings somehow. A little fluff. Luna/Ron.
1. Chapter 1

Chapter One

~Luna's POV~

Luna Lovegood looked out onto the grounds of Hogwarts. There, in the middle of a huge crowd, was Harry Potter, and his two best friends. On his left was Hermione Granger, a pretty Muggle-born girl.

And on his left—well, on his left was Ronald Weasley. His long red hair was shining in the sun, and his blue eyes were sparkling like a lake. He was sitting next to Harry on a fountain, talking and laughing. Luna sighed. It was the end of his fourth year—she would just start fourth next year. Pretty soon, he and Harry would leave.

And Luna wouldn't have done a thing about it. Because she was too afraid to say, "Stop!" Stop. What a simple word. One syllable—so many meanings.

For instance, it could mean, "Stop! You're shoe's untied."

Or, "Stop! You forgot something."

Or maybe even, "Stop! You're making it worse!"

But to Luna, it meant, "Stop! I've been waiting all my life to tell you this _one thing._ I've been meaning to tell it to you for two years, and for two years I've sat back and watched you get yourself up and into danger! Now I just need to tell you one thing before you leave, and you have to listen."

"Hey, Luna," Ginny said. She walked up and sat on the windowsill too. "What are you staring at?" Luna blinked.

"Nothing. Just Hogwarts, I guess. Do you believe Voldemort is back?" Luna asked. Ginny blinked.

"I suppose. I mean, Harry wouldn't particularly lie about that, would he?" she pointed out. Luna shrugged and looked back out at Ron. "Come on," Ginny said, trying to follow Luna's gaze. "I know you're looking at someone."

Luna shook her head. "Just trying to read some auras," she lied. Luna squinted and read their auras, trying not to lie anymore than she had. "They're absolutely fascinating. See, Harry Potter there is glowing a bright red. He's nervous. Hermione Granger, there, is kind of an… orange-yellow color. That means she's smart and creative."

"And Ron?" Ginny asked.

Luna took a deep breath and said, "You're brother… He's looking up here, so it's easy to read. Just give me a moment." Ron waved to Ginny, his eyes twinkling. "He's… a bright pink."

"What does that mean?" Ginny asked.

"Loving and tender," Luna said. Ginny laughed.

"I highly doubt it. Hey, can you teach me how to read them? Or is it something you're born with?" Ginny asked. Luna smiled.

"Of course I can teach you. It just takes a little patience." Luna said.

After that, Ginny and Luna became closer than close. They were best friends, and Luna decided that would be a good—maybe even great—thing for them both.


	2. Chapter 2

Chapter Two

~Ron's POV~

"Well… just… Can I please just cleanse your aura?"

"No."

"_Please,_ Ron?"

"No, Ginny."

"Well then please, Ron, cheer up! You're aura's disturbing me. It's a very murky blue," Ginny said. Ron sighed and looked at her very seriously. She just smiled.

"Look. I don't care if I'm a murky pink fearful—"

"No, no. Murky _blue _means fearful. Murky pink means dishonest." She explained. But he seemed to not hear her, because he just continued.

"—or a yellow intelligent. You've been talking about auras like it's a bloody trend. Who taught you about this again?" Ron asked, putting his head in his hands. Ginny stiffened.

"No one... Absolutely no one… Look, Harry's here!" Ginny said, looking out the window of Ron's room, her hair bouncing up and down as she did. She squinted, concentrating hard. "Oh, well, that _is_ a muddy green aura. That's not good." Ron looked up.

"Why?" he asked. Ginny just shook her head. "Alright, well, goodbye then Ginny."

She simply glared at him and bounded out of the room. He'd only knew she'd disappeared when he heard the fading call of, "Oh, hello, Hermione! You're looking particularly white today!" and Hermione entered the room confusedly.

"She told me I looked white," Hermione said, looking into the mirror in the corner. "Do I look white? What's wrong with me? Am I pale?" Ron shook his head.

"She's reading your aura." Ron said.

Hermione sighed in relief. "Thank God. I thought I was getting sick." And then, the door banged open. Harry was standing behind it. "Harry!" Hermione yelled, throwing her arms around him. Ron patted him on the back.

"Good to see you, mate." Ron said, grinning. "It's been mad all summer. Ginny's driving us up a wall. Wait 'til she reads your aura. It's horrible." Harry just shrugged. "S'wrong, Harry? She _did _say your aura's a murky green." Ron chuckled. Harry shook his head.

"No clue what that means, but it's probably right." Harry sighed.

After that, Ron, Harry, and Hermione went down for dinner, where Ginny consoled Harry for his murky aura. "I'm so sorry," she said. "You're not a victim of the world—_no one hates you."_ Ron had to grasp the table with both of his hands to keep from laughing so hard at Harry's confused face.

"Oh, Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said, plopping meatloaf down onto her husband's plate. "Harry's stressed out enough without all your aura mumbo jumbo. Just leave him alone, sweetie, and cleanse someone else's aura." Ginny looked extremely crest-fallen, but got through dinner anyway.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry returned to Ron's room afterwards, Harry's feet dragging. Hermione was tired, and Ron was just trying to keep conversation going—which was never a struggle before now, before today.

"So, we're going back to Hogwarts soon. Are you two ready?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Hermione said, yawning. "This will be the first time we'll be going back when people really know he's back…"

"Except for those idiots at the Ministry of Magic," Ron said.

She yawned again and said, "Well, yes, there's them. But anyway… I'm a little worried about you, Harry. Do you realize what you're going to face when we get to school?" Harry shrugged as she yawned. "This is serious. Some people _will_ listen to Fudge. I ran into Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode"—she yawned again— "at Diagon Alley—well, more like overheard. They were talking about how much of a liar you were—that Voldemort wasn't really back."

"I was taking to Seamus Finnigan," Ron said. "His mum thinks you're crazy."

"Well, I don't really care what Mrs. Finnigan and Pansy Parkinson say, and if you had any brains, you wouldn't care either," Harry snapped. "Besides, why would you tell me? I'm supposed to be completely out of the loop anyway!" He turned out of the room and stormed away. Ginny walked in, and then turned to stare after him.

"That is not a happy aura." She commented, shaking her head.

"Why don't you go ask if you can cleanse it, Ginny?" Ron snapped, his eyes probably blazing with fury. Hermione threw him a glance, as if to say, _Don't hit anything._

But Ginny must have not heard his annoyance, because she just grinned, said, "That's a great idea!" and sprung out of the room. Ron sighed, shook his head and frowned. And, as for Hermione, she simply yawned.

"Well… I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. I'm gonna go… sleep. You should… I don't know… talk to Harry." She then left, her eyes drooping.

But Ron didn't go talk to Harry.

He lay down on his bed, and closed his eyes, trying to get a few hours—if any—of peaceful sleep. But it was two hours later, and it wasn't until he heard the last calls of, "Ginny, geroff, my aura is fine!" that he drifted off to sleep.


	3. Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Ron, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Fred, and George appeared on Platform 9¾ with a brisk walk. Molly had just said goodbye to them—as had Sirius, Mad Eye, and Tonks—_at least._ Fred and George, wearing their usual grins, set off to meet their business partner and friend, Lee Jordan. Hermione—yawning—frowned as they left—they were definitely going to cause a problem.

"Alright, well, I'm going to go find a compartment. Take my luggage over to the compartment, please, Ron?" Ginny asked politely. Ron shrugged, and Ginny bounced away, her fiery red hair trailing behind her.

"Maybe I should go with her," Hermione yawned. "I didn't get nearly enough sleep—I stayed up all night studying for Charms. Maybe I can sleep on the train or something…" Ron and Harry nodded. But Ron knew better—it was the arguing (Molly versus Sirius) that kept her awake. She hadn't done any studying.

Ron and Harry loaded their luggage, all the meanwhile, talking. "So, how was your summer?" Ron asked, smiling at Harry, who was still brooding. Harry just grunted. "Seriously, it couldn't be that bad! We spent most of the summer at Sirius's."

"My summers are always the same," he said, shrugging. Ron pulled his luggage on top of Harry's, and the two set off toward the trains together.

"So, Harry, are you excited to get back to Hogwarts?" Ron said, trying to keep the conversation going while looking for Ginny and Hermione. He looked into one compartment, which held Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbott, who were… "Whoops! I'm sorry!" Ron rushed away, his face red, and looked into the next compartment.

Harry was, for once, laughing. "Yeah, sure, sure. I'm just wondering how bad it's gonna be there. No body's going to listen." Ron shook his head.

"That's not true, Harry," he said with a grin. "Hermione and I believe you—and we didn't need any convincing." Harry gave him a forced smile, and they kept walking. Ron saw two more Hannah's and Justin's, three good friends trying to eat chocolate frogs, and about five Fred and George product testers before reaching Ginny and Hermione.

"Hello!" Ginny said. Hermione's head was pressed against the window, her eyes shut, and Ginny's coat draped over her in pity. "Hermione fell asleep quickly—she just walked in and dropped like a fly."

Ron and Harry sat down on the other side of the compartment and closed the door. Behind it was a magazine with legs. Ron jumped a little bit—Harry didn't seem to notice. And Ron cleared his throat, looking straight at the magazine.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I forgot." Ginny laughed. "Ron, Harry, this is Luna Lovegood. She's my year—in Ravenclaw."

Luna lowered the magazine, and there was one of the prettiest girls Ron had ever seen in his life. She had wavy blonde hair, and the same blonde eyelashes fluttered when she blinked. Her radish earrings swung back and forth as she moved her mouth—or was it spoke?—and her blue eyes stared at them as if they had nothing to hide. As if there was nothing _to_ hide.

Ron could've gotten lost in her eyes forever if they had let him, but when he heard his name being called, he straightened up and paid attention—most unfortunately like a dog.

"Ron? Ron? Pay attention, Ron!" Ginny yelled, looking at him and snapping her fingers and frowning.

He blinked. "What?"

"Ron, Luna just said hello!" she said.

"Oh. Nice to meet you, Luna," he said, sheepishly. He realized he must have been staring, since Harry was laughing like mad, and Ginny was trying her best not to smirk.

"Your aura just went very pink, Ron," Ginny informed him with an arrogant smirk as she and Luna left to get changed. Suddenly, Ron felt his face go pink. The two girls left, and it was just Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ron glanced at Harry, who was sniggering like mad.

"What?" he snapped. Harry grinned.

"You have a _crush _on _Loony Luna Lovegood._"

Ron just glared and looked out the compartment door. He might've not let Harry know, but he was actually wondering just when he was going to see "Loony" Luna Lovegood again.

~ Luna's POV ~

"Your brother's very timid," Luna noted, leaving the compartment. Ginny nodded, grinning.

"'Course he is," Ginny said. "You made him go that way." Luna looked at her, blinking in confusion. Ginny simply continued to grin.

"What do you mean?" she asked, turning another corner. Ginny giggled.

"Didn't you _see_ the way he was looking at you, Luna? He was absolutely mad about you! I wish boys would look at me that way… Well, not my brothers, of course, but other boys."

Luna shook her head. "Ginny, he was not looking at me… _that way_."

"Luna, listen to me, your—best—friend. Ron was looking at you, the way I've only ever seen him look at Fleur Delacour—and _she_ was a veela. Yes, now, if you want _my_ advice, if he doesn't make a move by… let's see… Christmas—you might want to make the first move. And then—"

"Ginny," Luna said, impatiently. "What if _I _don't like _him?_ Just because someone likes me doesn't mean we're soul mates." Ginny snorted.

"Luna, you were batting your eyelashes and biting your lip—plus _your _aura went pink as a rose. Tell me, looking straight into my eyes, that you don't _like_ my brother."

Luna screwed up her face, thinking about the appearance of Fred and George in their fourth year—the shaggy hair look wasn't her favorite. She smiled, looked Ginny in the eyes, and said, "I _do not _'like' your brother."

"My brother _Ron?"_ Ginny asked. Luna sighed and looked at the ground. "Aha! I knew it. You like him like Hermione likes books." Luna shook her head. "I think you do," Ginny sang.

"Ginny," Luna sighed.

Ginny grinned. "What?"

"I didn't want anyone to know—especially you! You may be my best friend, but you're very close to your brother, and…. I just didn't want him knowing. But, yeah, I like him." Luna explained with a sigh. Ginny squealed.

"Yay! Now, how long has this been going on?" she asked. Luna rolled her eyes.

"Uh…. Right before we met, I guess." Luna said. Ginny screwed up her face, trying to count. Luna sighed. "Since _second_ _year_ Ginny."

"Really?" Ginny asked. Luna nodded. This was, yet, another reason of why she was afraid of letting Ginny find out about her secret. Ron _was _er brother, and since Ginny and Luna were like sisters now… How weird was that? "That… you didn't talk to me _because_ Ron was my brother, did you?"

Luna looked appalled. "I'd never! I didn't even know he was your brother back then." Ginny's clammy face broke out into a grin.

"Okay. That's good. I know we weren't… friends back then"—Ginny, like the others, thought Luna was crazy in their second year. It was only until third year that they really became friends—"but I feel that if that _were_ true, I'd probably… cry."

"Aw," Luna said, giving her a hug. "Alright, we better get going now. Or the nargles are going to get us." Ginny gave her a puzzled look.

"Nargles?" Ginny asked.

"Indeed," Luna said.

Ginny simply blinked. "What are nargles?" she asked.

"Nargles," Luna said, "are thieves. They often infest mistletoe—so be careful this Christmas. They once stole my shoes, and my copies of the Quibbler—but as soon as I bought my necklace"—she pointed to her butter beer necklace—"and my earrings,"—she pointed to her radish earrings—"they went away. It was great how fast it happened."

"Hm…" Ginny said, pondering. "Nargles… is that right? Tell me more." Luna grinned. Finally, someone who would listen.


	4. Chapter 4

Chapter Four

On the first day with classes, the Ravenclaws, including Luna, were wondering around the Common Room in a state of chaos and disarray.

"Hurry up, Luna," Nicholas Barker said, his blue eyes flashing back and forth between Luna and the door. "We need to get to Charms with the Hufflepuffs. We are _never_ late, and you very well know that." Luna took her time, though. Nick—although her fellow Ravenclaw and best friend—was really bugging her.

"Just hold on, Nick," she said, putting her spectrespecs carefully into her bag. "It won't take too long to get everything ready."

"Well…. Hurry up. Are those new?" he asked, running a hand through his curly dirty blonde hair. She nodded. "Wow… I can't afford my own." Luna looked at him, and then dug through her bag. "What are you doing?"

"Here," she said, tossing him her old pair. "I don't really need them anymore." He looked down at them in awe, adjusting his own glasses. "Well, we better go. Like you said, we're almost late for Charms. Let's go, Nick." Nick and Luna left, Padema and the Ravenclaw gang giggling at them the whole way down.

"That was boring," Nick said, drumming his pen on his Charms book. He and Luna were sitting at the picnic table outside for their free period, doing their homework before lunch. "I knew every single one of those answers. Oh, hey, Ryan," he said to a passing boy, Ryan Chang, Cho Chang's younger brother. Ryan slapped his open hand and then kept walking.

"I'll never get you boys…" Luna said, watching as he walked away.

"Anyway… I don't understand Hogwarts. I knew what we're learning _now_ when I was eleven. It's boring, and old… they need some spice. Like a new DAD teacher. I mean, seriously, a class without magic that's not Potions? What a weirdo…" Nick sighed and tapped his pen on his desk. "I'm a _Muggle-born_ and I knew this stuff."

"Hm…" Luna said. "It might've helped that you're a Ravenclaw." Nick shrugged, and then ran his hand over the carvings in the table.

"Well…Hey, look at these…. 'Justin plus Hannah forever'… Wait, plus? That doesn't make any… Oh! Justin _and _Hannah forever, I see… Anyway… 'Ryan and Leah'… I knew he was up to something… 'Luna loves—'"

"_What?"_ Luna said, her voice shrill. Nick grinned at her.

"Who do you love, Luna? Someone scratched it out here… Hm…. R… Who's the mysterious Mr. R? And why does this mysterious writer know before me?" he asked, grinning. Luna glared.

"There's only one person who knew about this," Luna said through gritted teeth. "And she is about to find that an unhappy Luna is on her case."

"What do you mean, 'Was I spreading gossip'?" Ginny asked Luna later that day in Herbology. "I was not." Luna glared into her planting pot. She was finished, but Ginny was still working on hers.

"Oh yeah? Have you been to the picnic tables lately? People carve a lot of stuff into those tables…" Luna said. Ginny went red.

"Oh…" she said. "That. Yes, well, I suppose I got lost in my thoughts. I was doodling, and—I did try to cross it out, but the bell rang. You saw that." Luna shrugged. "Sorry about that. Why? How'd you find it?"

"I didn't. Nick did. He was bored, and reading the inscriptions." Luna said.

"So he knows?"

"No. But he's been bugging me about it ever since. But, he _did_ cross the rest of it out for me before bell rang." Ginny planted her chopped lily meddles, a newly discovered seed.

"Sorry, Luna. I did try." Ginny said. Luna just sighed and picked up both of their pots.

"That's okay. I probably should have told Nick anyway—sneaky boy'll get his hands around this in no time." And with that, she took the plants up to Professor Sprout, and got the rest of the period off.


	5. Chapter 5

Chapter Five

The next day was their first day of Defense against the Dark Arts. It was a rainy day, and a class with the Hufflepuffs, so Nick and Luna were sitting together. Nick was playing with a pencil and yawning—he had barely slept that night—, and Luna was just blinking at the back of Ryan Chang's head. "What's wrong with you? You're awfully quiet today," Nick said.

"Hm," Luna said, hoping he'd drop it because he was tired. He didn't.

She didn't know why she was quiet. Well, she knew, but she didn't want to say. It was stupid—_very_ stupid—but it was how she felt. And Nick would laugh and make some stupid remark, and she would turn the other cheek. That's how it went with Nick.

"Does this have anything to do with the mysterious Mister Riley?" Nick guessed again, yawning. Luna laughed harshly and shook her head.

"Even if you guessed correctly, I wouldn't tell you." Luna said. Nick laughed dejectedly.

He stretched and said, "Okay, fair enough, I suppose. So, what's up with you, Loons? You're acting a bit… not spacey, but spacey-er." Luna laughed.

She thought for a moment, shrugged, and said, "Hm… it's cheesy, but… but I feel… I feel like I have a puzzle, you know? I have the picture… I'm almost done… but someone else_ stole_ the last piece. And I know who, but I… He… He just won't give it back to me."

Nick snorted. "Well, _that's_ rude," he said. Typical. Luna just shrugged as she heard the clack of heels coming down the hallway. "What?"

"Shush!" Luna said. "Someone's coming."

Nick blinked and opened his mouth to ask a question when a woman came in. She was short and stout and her robes were different shades of pink. Nick stifled a laugh with a yawn, and she stopped to stare at him. "Excuse me?" she said, prissily. "Do you have something to say?" He shook his head. "Okay then… And you?" She stared at Luna.

She shook her head, and then snapped her head to stare at Ryan again. He was holding the hand of the girl next to him—Leah Davies, a brave Ravenclaw with brown hair and blue eyes, covered by glasses—and they were swaying back and forth. Luna smiled. "You!" she barked. "_No_ inappropriate behavior in _my_ classroom!"

"_Inappropriate behavior?" _Leah yelled. Ryan held onto her robe, but she jumped up anyway, screaming, "_Inappropriate behavior?_ It was _hand holding!_" With a snap of the pink professor's wand, Leah flinched. Luna frowned.

The teacher's eyes bulged to the size of globes, and she screeched, "_Detention—with me—tonight, Ms. Davies!_ You are lucky this time, Mr. Chang. Speak to me like that again, either of you, and it'll be detention with Filch—_separately."_ Ryan just glared and tried to hold Leah to her chair.

She coughed politely, and said, "My name is _Professor Umbridge._ You will not call me Ma'am, Madame, or Sir." Leah went into a coughing fit. "You will be using no magic in my class, so put those silly wands away, and—"

"_DADA without magic?"_ Nick asked.

SUmbridge glared and said, "Indeed, Mister Barker, _no magic._"

Luna frowned again. Why no magic? What was going on with the Ministry? Who was this teacher? And how is she going to operate this classroom? Luna just put her wand in her bag and didn't say anything. All she thought was, _Poor Leah._

The next morning, Luna woke up to sobbing. "Labber?" she asked. Then her eyes blinked and she said what she was going to say. "Leah?" The sobbing stopped.

"Yes?" came a heavy, yet mousy voice.

"Leah," Luna said, rubbing her eyes and climbing out of her bed. "Are you okay?" She was sitting on her legs on top of her bed, crying and cradling her left hand. "Leah, are you okay?" she repeated. Leah shook her head. "Let me see your hand."

Leah held out her hand, and let Luna see it. _"My outbursts are now controlled"_ was scrawled into her hand several times in scars or burns. It was hard to tell.

"Leah…" she said slowly. "Did you show Madame Pompfrey?" Leah shook her head again, slowly. "You have to."

"Why?" she sniffed.

"Because they need to know what she's doing to her students, Lee." Luna explained.

"No!" Leah yelled, frowning. "I am _not_ weak, Luna! And it's not going to do anything, anyway. It's her word against mine. A student against a teacher? Who do you think is going to win?" She looked down again, and Luna put her hand on Leah's shoulder. She was cold—freezing, in fact.

"You're not weak, Leah. I know that. You've never been. But Dumbledore _has_ to know. He can help, Leah." Luna said calmly.

"Dumbledore?" Leah asked. "No one believes in Dumbledore, because he believes in Harry! Luna, Harry could be lying, no one would ever know—because the only other person there is dead. Cedric supposedly died by accident. Maybe Harry killed him! We can't look into Harry's mind, _Looney!" _Luna blinked. "Oh… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that, I—"

"I'm going to go feed the thestrals now," Luna said abruptly, "good bye." And she left without changing or slipping on her shoes.


	6. Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Luna was standing, cold, gently petting a fully-grown Thestral behind its horse-like ears. Harry was standing with her. They had actually just had a fantastic talk. "Well," he said. "I think I'll be going now."

"Wait, Harry," Luna said, putting her hand on his arm. "I…" Hm. A perplexing concept for Luna was admitting her feelings. Since it was usually dull here, there was usually really nothing to feel for her. Nothing to see, nothing really to do. The excitement had faded. But now that she had these friends, these companions, Harry, Neville, Hermione, Ginny, Ron! Everything was different. "I… um… I'm here, if you need me."

He smiled awkwardly. "Thanks, Luna…" he said, patting her hand in a polite fashion. "I'll really have to be going now." He began to walk away.

"Okay," she said. "Goodbye, then. Tell Ronald I said hi… No!—I—no, I mean… Ronald and Hermione, I mean…" Harry stopped to give her an odd look, yet pleasant, and then kept walking, continuing to look back at her like she had killed his unicorn.

She shook her head. "Oh, what a mess I am, Tiny…" she said, sitting on a stump next to the large Thestral. He looked down at her, and she smiled. "Oh, Tiny… I think… I think maybe Daddy's right. Maybe I _should _leave here. I _do_ get teased enough. I could go work for Daddy at the Quibbler… I know everything I need… Don't I?"

The proud Thestral bucked and neighed. This probably meant a solid no.

She sighed. "Yes, I supposed you're right… I won't get out of anything the quitter's way." She pet the Thestral again, and gave him another clump of food. "Besides, I have friends here. I can't leave them. … Friends... Never really had them before, did I? Crazy, huh? Hm… I'm freezing. I've got to go. I'll see you later, Tiny."

Luna grabbed her things, put them in her bag, and set off, without another word.

"Neville, are you going to Hogsmeade?" Luna asked Neville, looking at a slip of paper that had been passed under her door that morning.

"Dunno," he said. "Rather nice invitation though, innit?" Luna shrugged. "Anyway, what do you think they'll call it, this "club" of sorts?"

"Don't know," she sighed.

"Loons," he said, "You okay?"

She shrugged. "Just… mixed up. Tired. Confused… all these words in one…" He smiled at her.

"Well, maybe an after school activity'll help! Come on, then. Let's go together!"

Luna smiled grimly. Neville's blind optimism didn't help, but it didn't hurt, either. "Okay, Neville," she sighed. "You've got me. We'll go."

He grinned. "Brilliant! I'll see you then—I've gotta go!"

She sighed. Maybe this was what she needed. It was Neville, after all… Maybe this would help.


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